Cobe

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Sometimes life sucks then it gets worse.

After being left for dead by his friends, Cobe returns to find his village deserted.

What happened to his family?

With no friends, save a wild dog, named Lucky, Cobe has no hope for survival, until he is shot in the thigh by Adriana.

How can things possibly get worse? Never ask a question you don't want the answer to.

Read Cobe: Kampot's Curse to learn if he ever finds happiness.


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The Tomb:

"Jinx, if you're leading us on a wild snipe hunt, I'll snap your neck like a twig."

Cobe hated being called Jinx. The only problem, however... Marion was the one calling him by that name. If Cobe'd been twice as big or Marion half as small, he might've kicked his ass. The major problem with that theory: Cobe was a little coward, and Marion, a giant bully. Besides, Marion carried a metal bar as tall as Cobe. If and when he sought revenge on Marion, Cobe would be sure to take his time and stretch out Marion's pain. He would be doubly sure Marion was asleep beforehand, and the bar was missing.

"Look, I told you what I found. I told you I can't open it by myself. It has to be something huge to have such a large rock blocking it." Cobe tried to use logic. He should've known that would never work with this group. In his small village, he'd never found a huge pool to choose friends from, pickings were slim. It seemed all his peers were long on muscles and short on brains. Cobe wished he might someday find someone as intelligent as he, but he seemed destined to fail at that quest.

His train of thought was interrupted by the dirt clod that shattered against his skull. "Dammit, who threw that? If you don't want to go open this tomb with me, you can all kiss my ass, and I'll figure out a way to do it myself."

"Calm down, Jinx, we're only having a little fun. If you didn't get pissed so easy, you might find life a little more enjoyable." That was Edie, he wasn't nearly as bad as Marion, but he could still be an ass. Cobe fantasized about slipping into Edie's house at night and slitting his throat, but he never built up the courage to do it.

Cobe continued up the path he'd taken every day since he started watching the Matron's herd. Usually, he would take them to the higher valleys, that way he'd spend his days in peace away from the morons of the village, like Marion, Edie, and the rest. He'd tolerated them since as long as he could remember. The five of them grew up together: Cobe, Marion, Edie, Alon, and Zibilly. It'd been a torturous childhood and school years, and now all indications pointed towards a miserable adulthood.

He would've left the isolated village if he'd somewhere to go and the guts to do it. Aggravated, he snuck a piece of stolen dried meat from one of the secret pockets hidden in his coat. The food would help to keep his mind on the task and away from killing the lot of them.

In a way, Cobe considered himself fortunate. He might be in the same situation as Zibilly. When they were about eight years old, Marion beat Zibilly so severely, he hadn't spoken since that day. If his mother hadn't been Matron of the Village, Cobe was certain Marion would've been banished into the desert.

Oh, he wished his mother had been someone influential. After she ran off with the blacksmith, his father fell into a bottle of alcohol and never crawled out. Cobe thought it better to forget his worthless last name and stick with his first only. One day, people will fear my name!

"Jinx, dammit, how much further do we need to walk? I'm getting tired of this, and we've only been gone an hour." Alon, never one of the stronger boys, latched on to Marion's shirt at a young age and never let go. He became the perfect yes-man. Cobe was sure he would go far in life. If he would only part his lips from Marion's ass long enough to make his own future.

"I told you it was going to take us a while to get to the valley. I make this journey every day. If you weren't such a wuss, this would be no problem."

Cobe was certain he made a mistake with the wuss comment, but it felt good. That is until the next dirt clod pelted him.

Ready to fight, he whipped around, prepared to pummel the person who threw the dirt, until he saw Alon standing in front of Marion armed with two more chunks of earth.

"If you don't stop

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